𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Who doesn't like pranks?

It was a Sunday morning. Or, a really early Sunday morning, when Peter was woken up by an obnoxious looking face, the said face being Clint.

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"Pstt Peter. Peter!" I jolted awake, coming face to face in front of the infamous Clint Barton, Hawkeye. Or rather below him.

I didn't take this surprising early morning wake up lightly and rolled out of bed a loud shriek escaping my mouth.

"What the hell!?" I yawned angrily soothing the sore spot I fell on. That really hurt.

"So are you in or out?" I furrowed my brows, flopping back onto my bed, staring at the smug-looking hero, who looked equally as confused as I was.

"Of course Sam and Scott forgot to tell you. Typical idiots. C'mon, I'll explain everything, hurry, Tony's gonna check up on you in about 5 minutes."

If it wasn't possible to be more confused, think again. I raised a brow, tilting my head to the side.

"Mr. Stark checks up on me? And what do you mean? Sam and Scott? What-" I had so many questions, just not enough time. Clint pulled me up into the vents.

"Yes, every day at 4 am. I'll explain in a minute. There is not much to say other than they are complete idiots. I'll answer everything in a second just follow me."

I complied obviously not having a choice. I was already in the vent after all. The vent was a little 

too squishy for what I was comfortable with.

We made it halfway when I heard Tony walking back to his room from mine. He must've noticed I was "sleeping" and left.

Clint beckoning me deeper into the increasingly snug vent. I started to feel lightheaded from the thought of it only getting smaller.

"Um, Mr. Barton I'm starting to feel a little sick. Are you going to tell me what the f- heck I'm doing up here in a bent with you going to God knows where."

"Have a little patience baby spider. We're almost there, no fainting alright?"

I nodded my head, containing whatever I could inside of me. As he said, no puking.

After what seemed like ages, the vent door flew open, making me fall to the floor in the same sore spot. Did I mention it was abrupt?

"Well well well look what the cat, finally dragged in. The took you..." Sam pretended to check his watch, rolling his eyes sarcastically.

"Forever!" He flopped onto a couch into a room I've never seen before. Next to him was Scott, Loki, and Wanda.

"Maybe it wouldn't have taken that long if you guys actually told him!"

"Scott was supposed to tell him!" Sam looked over at Scott pointing an accusing finger at him

"Excuse me! We both agreed you would tell him because of that fa-" Sam tackled Scott to the floor, putting a finger to his mouth, smiling sheepishly.

What have I gotten myself into? 

When I joined the avengers this is not what I pictured at all.

"Don't tell anyone! Okay okay fine, we BOTH forgot, and we're very sorry. But it doesn't matter now, he's here right?" Clint rolled his eyes, flicking their heads. He motioned me to the other couch parallel to the couch Scott was sitting on.

"OW!" They simultaneously rubbed their foreheads, glaring at Clint.

"Well thanks to you two idiots, poor Peter over here is confused as hell. So now I got to explain what the hell we're all doing in a mysterious room at 4 am in the morning."